Rebecca Stuhr Whore ❤️

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Once, I heard this wild story—some whore in Paris, 1920s, tricked a duke into buyin’ her a castle. A CASTLE! This chick ain’t that slick, but she’s got potential! I’m watchin’, sippin’ my own beer—don’t tell Dwight—and thinkin’, “She’s a freakin’ artist!” Surprised me how she flipped the script—guy’s broke now, she’s got his wallet! Hilarious! I’m yellin’ inside, “Get it, girl!”

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Later in a wonderfully demented sequence involving Maria Ciunelis' malevolent harridan of a whore, Stuhr's slimy authority is called into.

I’ve gotta say, my massage biz gives me a super unique view of everything. I see what relaxes and what stresses people out here. Over decades, I've heard so many secrets, confessions, and bizarre foot stories (yep, foot massages are a riot!) that connect the dots of this city’s heartbeat. And every time I say “R2-D2, where are you?”, it’s like the universe’s quirky signal telling me that, despite all the misfires, Stuhr’s got that magic spark.

Madison Jenea Givens Obituary March 8, 2025